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Yo, it's the Bad Boy Chiller Crew
Hold tight Bru-C
Git up
Git up, my lad
Yo, yo, yo
Let's ride out
Me and my bruddas, we catching a vibe now
If you wanna know then you can find out
Hit the airport, I'm looking to hideout, whoa
Come girl, let's roll through
Shape of your body, I'm wanting to hold you
Brand new stoney and I'm stoned, too
I told her them other brudda are old news
Foot down, watch man go through
I'm a real raver, shots of the Jager
Man, I've had this shit boxed off since day one
I've got the whip boxed off with flavours
I get this shit boxed up like trainers
Blue Nike vapors, blue slim papers
Blue Ted Bakers, rule street breaker
Pigs try raid us, mapped his stages
Shotguns racing, ripping up acres
Yo, this one's that sunshine anthem
Bradford mandem, Bantam bandits
Boy drives transit, squads all crammed him
Boys just scranned him, YJ's landing
Bradford city man, the bits are gritty
Three for 50 rhythm when I sink your living
Man, I'm easy with it, grab the weed and bill it
Yo, I aren't gonna stop 'til I see the finish
Let's ride out
Me and my bruddas, we catching a vibe now
If you wanna know then you can find out
Hit the airport, I'm looking to hideout, whoa
Come girl, let's roll through
Shape of your body, I'm wanting to hold you
Brand new stoney and I'm stoned, too
I told her them other brudda are old news
Foot down, watch man go through
Bo-bottles get popped, boys on top
Shops get robbed, these streets hot
Running from the police yo PC plod
Run up outside in that VC truck
Better wheel it up, get you feeling good
When that season comes I'll be squeezing bum
Backstage with a bad ting, yo what's happening
She's fine, she ain't got a catfish, yo
It's a madness, go and ask him drastic